Five, six, seven, eight Dance with me in my backyard, boy Looking super fine in your corduroy Drive me 'round the block We can go in a loop And we'll turn the volume up on some Good boy band tunes I can feel the fresh air I can feel your eyes stare And I'm not gonna lie I get a little bit scared My heart is on wings I'm living in dreams And at the top of our lungs, we sing Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Everything is perfect Da da da da da da Da da da da da da All our words were worth it Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Dancing around like a clown at the circus Da da da da da da Da da da da da da Backyard boy, you make me nervous Dance with me in my backyard, boy Looking super fine in your corduroy (five, six, seven, eight) Roll the windows down Let the base…